red-hat-society
recreation
centre
centre
Within this building you will find a swimming pool, sauna, hot tub, exercise room, billiards, woodworking shop, crafts room, library, and meeting and party facilities.
Our
community
community
The Red Hat Society is a worldwide organization with nearly 40,000 chapters. The FOXY SCARLETT SENSATIONS of Foxboro Green are chartered members. Our mission is to have fun together and to prove there is indeed fun after 50. We get together for lunch once a month dressed in our red and purple regalia and discover new restaurants or revisit some old favourites. Membership is only $5 a year and there is no obligation to attend every function. Our Red Hatted Foxy Ladies enjoy comradeship and lovely restaurant meals on a monthly basis.
WARNING...
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or, only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now, we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But, maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or, only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now, we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But, maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph
